The wife just finished carving our Jack O Lantern for tonight and now on with the candy apples for the kids tonight.  One big kid when it comes to candy apples right here, me LOL LOL.  Have a great Halloween!!!!  Click Picture to enlarge.

Well had two more pictures sent to me of our new Grandson so though I would share.  Think a gal I know will recognise the blue sweater that Cole is wearing.   Have a great Thanksgiving, we are as we are going to see our Grandson. Click Pictures To Enlarge.

Well what can I tell ya, us Granddad’s have to brag once in awhile and we are sure proud of our new Grandson, let me tell ya.   Won’t be long before he is out in our Geisler Boat fishin’ .  Looking forward to it too.

Awhile back I sent you a few pictures of an Albino Moose, well here is just the opposite.  Thought I would share, a friend of mine sent me the pictures.  Kind of makes one feel good seeing nature coming up with a few changes now and then.

Awhile back the wife took a couple pictures.  The one on my shoulder was a young feller and really frisky.  I just leaned up against the fence pretending to ignore him and in less than a minute he was over there giving me a hug.  Been that way all my life, horses just seem to come to me, no matter how wild they are.   Thought I would share.   Click Pictures To Enlarge.

Sneaky devils, police cars now that look like taxies LOL hmmm Well….. just have to keep an eye open for them feller’s.  Click Picture to enlarge.

Memories By— GEORGE WALTERS’ One More Story

By George Walters

Years ago when my Dad was alive, he used to tell me stories of the tough years through out his life along with his early farming days. Story goes, he was having a hard time finding enough sales for his produce or at least not enough to pay the bills. That got him to thinking, since he came from Northern Ontario before his farming days, he new the north pretty well. He also knew that folks up in the north, had a heck of a time getting fresh fruit. That’s where it all started.

He decided to truck fruit to the north, figuring it would help them and him to. He planned out his run and that summer he loaded up his truck with peaches, pears, cherries, pretty well everything he grew. Once there he drove around from house to house, knocking on doors. Ended up he said, he was sold out before dinner. He kept it up and soon had his regular customers and stopped to see them every Saturday. Also along the way up to the north, he started to stop off at small stores and eventually he was selling quite a few baskets to them too. For about ten years he did that and then one day he decided to go to the town and see if they would be interested in opening a Farmers Market, where folks could bring their produce and sell it. Dad going from door to door in the towns and all across the rural areas, got to know a lot of farmers. He got to talking to them and with their help the first Farmers Market was opened in a small town in the Northern Ontario.

For the rest of his life he hauled fruit to that market and did quite well. He had a vision, that Dad of mine and would never sit still when times got tough. Ended up he said, he made more in the tough times, than he did in the good times. Folks began to rely on him being at the market for their fresh fruit and Dad, well, he enjoyed doing it. He loved to talk to folks and what better place than the market.

He had some hard times later on, as once folks realized he was making a good living off hauling fruit to the north, others tried to push in on his customers. But for most parts, they were dedicated and Dad did all right.

I remember him saying how he hauled fruit to this one grocery store and had been keeping them supplied in fresh fruit for over twenty years. One Saturday he pulled the truck up to the door like he always did and started to unload the fruit they ordered. A fellow came out and said.

“Sorry to say this Earl but we won’t be needing your fruit any more. We have found it cheaper to bring it in from, well I won’t say, but another country.”

That upset Dad quite a bit, as he figured that since he had helped build this fellows business and kept him supplied with fresh fruit for so many years, that he shouldn’t be looking elsewhere, just to save a few cents. Also the fruit quality wasn’t half as good as what we grew right here in Ontario.

Ended up old Dad lost that store to sell to but he didn’t take these things lightly. What he did was, just a block away he had made good friends with some folks, that owned some vacant property. He did some thinking and got busy and built a good size fruit market just down the street from the Grocery Store. He then started to make two trips a week, one for the fruit market he built and one for the Farmers Market. For over ten more years, he kept it open and that grocery store ended up moving to another part of town. Still didn’t do too well in the produce department, as Dads customers in town were still dedicated to him.

Back then a fellow had a bit of a chance against the big guys but today of course its a loss cause. To bad too as these small business’s is what made this country and for that matter is what is keeping this country going today. Some just don’t see it, or don’t want to see it. Also, since we don’t grow to much of our own produce in this country any more, we are missing out in what used to be, the best in the world.

Well there you go, how the first fruit arrived to some parts of the north and how one Farmers Market got started.

In Closing, I Would Like To Wish You Well
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Took a few pictures today of some decorating my wife did up around our home along with a few of our fishing trip on Wolf River September 22/2010.  Sunny with temperatures around 65 Degrees F.  Didn’t get one fish though.  Hmmm.  Oh well it was  a nice day just the same.  Click Pictures To Enlarge.

Had a friend of mine drop by today driving his 1940 Oldsmobile.  So thought I would take a few pictures to show ya how things were back in my early days.  No problem working on this motor.  To bad they couldn’t make one like it today.  Click On Pictures To Enlarge.

You know there is outhouses and then there are outhouses.  A really good friend of mine here in Port Loring that owns a resort took an old outhouse and you could say gave it a face lift.  He did leave the bit of a tilt to it which is a good thing, as I never ever really seen a true outhouse perfectly straight.    I gotta’ tell ya it sure looks mighty fine to me and a touch better than what I had growing up.  Click Image to enlarge.

Wife got done making up some fresh buns and bread so thought I would take a picture to show ya what one can do on his or her own, without going to the corner store. Notice the old bread box off to the left. Was the wifes Mothers many years ago.    And so much better for ya.  Click Picture to enlarge..

Now I know you all have heard of Charlotte’s Web.  This morning I was sittin’ having my tea with my lovely wife on our front porch, when looking up I spotted what is in the pictures below.  Yep….. Charlotte’s Web, wasn’t there yesterday or last night but was this morning, so as you can see she has been pretty busy.  I guess it is a bit to early for her to be up as she was no where to be seen.  But I am sure she isn’t to far off.   It never ceases to amaze me how much work they put into their webs.  Something just taken for granted by us humans and most of the time just goes unnoticed.  Click Pictures to enlarge.

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THis here is an old write up we had here and kind of thought we would share. Take a look. Click Image to enlarge

Well just thought I would take a minute here and thank all those that dropped by our Book Signing At Coles last Saturday. It was a great day for sure and made my day to see so many taking the time to drop by. I enjoyed meeting each an every one of you as it is folks like you that keeps me writing. Also would like to thank the staff at Coles and the Nugget for their help an support in making this event successful. Thanks again folks.

Hmm now that we are getting older, it seems that the old mind sends me signals that kind of make me sit up and take notice every so often.  This here poem kind of says it all.  A good  friend of ours, Donna sent it to me.  Take a look

Forgetter Be Forgotten?
My forgetter’s getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke

For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say ‘what am I here for?’
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, ‘who the heck was that?

Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.

Below is a link that will take you to an article that is in the News Paper today about my upcoming book signing at Coles at the Northgate Mall in North Bay Ontario.   Hope to see you all there.  Click Link, North Bay Nugget, below for article.  Then click on page to enlarge.  Have a great day.

North Bay Nugget

Now New. For those that want to order my books on line you can now do so.  Either click the link below or scroll down and on the left of your screen you will see a link that says;  Buy George’s Books On Line. Click that and your on your way to some good reading.  Oh and should mention we have a very secure set up too for paying on line.  My High Tech son Karl has worked that out for me and you.  Thanks.

http://www.theoldcraftsman.com/book.phtml